Jessica hesitated, wanting to question this Fremen woman, needing data to guide her. Now we see which way the decision tips, she thought. Mapes took a backward step, appeared poised to flee. 'You know the ancient tongues then?' Mapes asked, and she waited with an odd intensity. 'Andral t're pera Trada cik buscakri miseces perakri -' 'Miseces prejia,' she said in the Chakobsa tongue.

She read the more obvious signs in Mapes' actions and appearance, the petit betrayals. 'I know the Dark Things and the ways of the Great Mother,' Jessica said. In a low voice, Mapes said: 'I meant no offense, my Lady.'

Delay is as dangerous as the wrong answer. She's called the Shadow in the Chakobsa tongue. My answer could precipitate violence orwhat? She seeks an answer from me: the meaning of a knife. Here's the reason this Fremen has taken service with me, to ask that one question. I know many things.'Īnd Jessica thought: There was an edge to that question. 'I know that you have borne children, that you have lost loved ones, that you have hidden in fear and that you have done violence and will yet do more violence.

'I heard it several times as we drove through the streets this morning.'Īnd Jessica wondered: Why do I play out this sham? But the Bene Gesserit ways were devious and compelling. She waited in the seeming relaxation that made the Bene Gesserit-trained so terrifying in combat. 'And as the means of my death should I prove otherwise,' Jessica said. 'Why, you know, my Lady, I don't even have to wear my stillsuit here?' She cackled. The cistern here holds fifty thousand liters and it's always kept full.' She glanced down at her dress. But you've no need to interest yourself in such as they. 'The weapon was sent as a gift to you should you prove to be the One.'

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